"Hei Zi, it's actually Hei Zi City." Mo Lin muttered to himself as he looked at the city in front of him. He spoke subconsciously and at the same time, he let out a breath lightly.

Black and purple city.

Although it is judged as a wizard organization, in fact, Black Purple City is a large warlock inheritance that adheres to the principle of blood inheritance and respects blood.

The reason why it is inherited as a large-scale warlock is because there is a powerful level 5 spirit ring in the Black and Purple City.

"The entire Black Purple City has a powerful fifth-level spirit ring, and there are many fourth-level true meanings. There are many powerful true meanings. Such a warlock inheritance has a profound foundation and is simply not comparable to ordinary wizard organizations and warlock inheritances." Various information about the Black Purple City emerged in Morin's mind, allowing Morin to quickly know some of the situation in the Black Purple City.

As the master of the Gintama Hand, Morin knows all the organizations and forces in the entire wizarding world. These are the most basic things.

He looked ahead.

There was mist floating in front of us, hazy and confusing, as if it was in chaos. The Gothic spire building stood upright, giving people a feeling of cold and stern lines.

There were wizards in black cloaks constantly coming in and out, and there were also some women dressed like noble ladies, holding delicate little umbrellas and walking on the stone slabs with small steps.

The black carriage drove over, deep, heavy and huge, giving off an indescribable sense of classicism at first glance.

Morin watched this scene quietly, the corner of his mouth curled up, and the black robe on his body changed and turned into a black cloak, covering his whole body. Then Morin moved his body, walked forward, and entered the Black Purple City.

Interesting, the human-faced octopus actually disappeared here. Well, he went in and looked for it carefully.

Maureen thought so.

In fact, outside the Black and Purple City, there are witchcraft arrays and some third-level powerful wizards conducting detection. After all, the fourth-level true meaning is already transcendent, and naturally it will not appear outside the city gate. Morin is a powerful fourth-level true meaning, and he is also an ancient wizard, so those witchcraft arrays and the third-level powerful existences used for detection are meaningless to Morin.

He concealed himself in some way and then successfully entered the Black and Purple City.

The streets around were wide and crowded with people. After Morin stood still on the street, he thought for a moment and walked in a certain direction.

A while later, outside a large courtyard, Morin was talking and conversing with a short, fat, middle-aged man who was wearing a black robe embroidered with gold and had a grin on his face.

"Wizard Morin, this is a level 4 True Meaning Being in the courtyard. He has to leave for something, so he is temporarily selling it. The price is relatively favorable. I wonder if Wizard Morin is satisfied with it?" The short and fat middle-aged man said.

"Yes, very good."

Mo Lin raised his eyes and said this.

"Okay, I'll take this courtyard." Morin turned around and looked at the short and fat man and said this.

"Okay, okay!"

The short and fat man was stunned for a moment, then he reacted, slapped his thigh, and a look of joy appeared on his face.

Only after completing all the procedures and handovers with the short and fat man did Maureen walk into the courtyard.

"Not bad." Morin looked around and nodded.

He checked the courtyard and felt relieved only after he was sure that there were no other secret means, nor any witchcraft arrays for spying or monitoring.

Then, Morin left here. After walking around the Black and Purple City, he returned to the courtyard and started to do his own things.

"Human-faced octopus, let's see where you can run to." In the secret room, Morin looked at a witchcraft circle in front of him that was intertwined and presented pieces of light and shadow. He said this with a slight smile on his lips.

Then, he twirled his fingers and shouted at the same time.

Buzz.

The silver magic circle suddenly lit up.

But soon, the expression on Morin's face suddenly became gloomy.

"I found nothing. There is no clue at all." Morin slowly put down his hand, looked forward, and muttered to himself.

A failure once does not mean that Morin will continue to fail next time. Morin did not give up just like that. He began to try and improve constantly, using various precious witchcraft materials to make corrections. Fortunately, the defense here was very effective and no accidents occurred.

But the results of the witchcraft experiment were very poor.

There was still no witchcraft sensation related to the human-faced octopus, as if the human-faced octopus had completely disappeared when it was here and had never appeared before.

"It's quite interesting. I want to play a game of cat and mouse. Could it be that the mouse ran away..." Morin spoke softly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his face looked a little ugly.

If this is true, then it would be really interesting.

While Morin was thinking, some people were discussing something next to his residence.

"Mr. Wayne, Mr. Kerber, that's the residence of Maureen Olsen." Pales spoke to the two wizards beside him. He bowed slightly and his attitude was very humble.

He didn't dare to be disrespectful.

Because these two wizards are not ordinary wizards, but fourth-level true beings!

If it weren't for the long-standing family heritage of Pales and the affection between his ancestors and these two fourth-level true beings, it would be almost impossible for Pales to see the legendary god-like true beings.

Thinking of this, Pales lowered his waist even lower, and a look of humility appeared on his face.

"Here? Well, okay, I get it." Wayne is a middle-aged man with silver curly hair. Hearing this, he raised his head slightly and looked at the residence where Morin lived. He said, "You think this man named Morin killed your son, so you want us to help you kill him. Tsk tsk, sure, but after that, we will be even with your family, and we don't owe your grandfather anything."

Wayne looked calm and composed as he spoke, but the expression on Pales's face changed.

Thinking of the Augu that exploded in front of him and turned into a ball of blood mist, and thinking of the excitement of Morin when the servant accidentally found him on the street and told him, Wayne gradually calmed down.

He already knew what he wanted.

"Of course, Mr. Wayne and Mr. Kerber." Pales took a deep breath, paused, and said this to Wayne and Kerber.

Seeing this, Wayne smiled softly. He and Kerber looked at each other, then moved his body and disappeared from the spot, turning into nothingness.

Upon seeing this, Pales clenched his fists, clenched them repeatedly, and then unclenched them.

This undoubtedly showed his nervousness.

But Pales's nervousness didn't last long at all, and soon everything was over in a short time.

boom!!

The ground seemed to shake, and then the energy of Morin's residence exploded suddenly, as if large amounts of fireworks were blooming. Two screams were heard, and two figures flew out from the countless chaotic energy balls and fell heavily to the ground.

The two fourth-level true meanings were twitching, their breathing was weak, their bodies were charred, their clothes were torn, and dark red blood was flowing. They were seriously injured.

Bang bang, as luck would have it, Wayne and Cober, two fourth-level true beings, fell on the street, in front of a carriage.

Da da.

Someone pulled the reins, and the black horse's hooves stepped on the stone slabs, making a crisp sound. In a very short time, the black carriage stopped safely and steadily.

The carriage door opened.

Someone came out.

He was a young man, about twenty years old, with a tall body and a face that seemed to be carved by a knife and an axe, very three-dimensional. He had a pair of blue eyes with deep eye sockets and lips as red as blood. He had a strange beauty, but his face was very pale, without a trace of blood, a strange white, eerie white.

"Well, that's terrible." The young man took out a clean white handkerchief, covered his lips and nose with it, and frowned as he looked at the two fourth-level True Meanings who looked like two pieces of garbage in front of the carriage.